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Bard 1h
Ive got no antidotes for your sickness
No anecdote to solve your distress
I can poison your soul and ease your pain
An escape from prison driving you insane
You'll cope with each ministration of novacaine

In life it's only worth dying so come along
Time to return to earth listen to the siren song
You won't feel lonely you'll feel nothing at all
It'll be your one and only just give me a call
I'll sell you one and more till you have your fill

Does it ease the hurt or set it alight
Leave your heart beat weak and quiet
If that's your taste I can prescribe
A state you just can't describe
"A waste of love" a tombstone inscribes
Bard 2h
Wish I'd see dead people
Instead of all this evil
Bard May 1
Even after all the sin I've never been one to repent
Another win but is it heaven sent or am I hell bent
Patron only of mine tonight I dine well on fine print

I was born to lose a natural made failure and often a killer
Sworn in by those unnaturally old and grand figures my owners
Fathers and mothers how many figures were made at the altar
When the sons and daughters were sacrificed did any falter
Did anyone care to do more than pose and posture
As you marched the future off to the slaughter

Heart or a feather yours always seems heavier
If its not clear I'll cut the prose and be clear
Our elders hit it big and sold us up the river
Bard May 1
I'm bad for my health but so is everyone else
Can't somebody help I think we're all in hell, hell
Oh I just need some wealth? and **** all the rest.
Use friends to sell and then, pop another pill

Get rich and thats the only route worth ****
Maybe I'm a lunatic but I think thats just not it
Bard May 1
You get stuck on the past, here's the truth you'll be forgotten fast
Looking back coming in dead last we're just some everyday white trash
All our betters said were not gonna last, under our supervisors lash
Pennys thrown with a laugh while profiting off a billion dollar crash
Bard May 1
Ignorance is the ****
Stay drunk stay lit
slit my wrist sew the stitch
Deaths the best lifes a *****
Bard May 1
I can barely think just puked in the sink
Don't worry I'll get better
Another day on the brink getting new ink
I'm your ******* martyr
So choke me harder
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